I would just put them all in the rare, and lave our fellows to do the work.

They are miserable, half-starved cratures all them foreigners, they tells me; and if a man is not fed, sure you can't expect him to fight.

I couldn't do it myself.

And I hope the duke ain't going to put us on short rations, because it would be murther entirely on the boys to make them fight with impty stomachs." "I fancy we shall be all right as to that, Denis.

I expect that we shall wait quiet till the French attack us, and waiting quiet means getting plenty of food." "And dacent food, I hope, your honor; not the sort of thing they say them foreigners lives on.